899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

232 The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!

11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.

727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—

987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.

Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.

941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—

786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind